Atticus Charleston Frost entered our world on my late father's birthday. He was 14 days late. Although I had hoped he might have the same birthday the latest I held out for was the previous weekend. But, he stayed inside, all tucked away until the 11th. Perhaps it was my own body withholding him from the world in a protective gesture. As day passes into night 4 weeks later I breathe deeply for the first time in months. I am enjoying this little person and the communion he has brought to our family.Suddenly it is Fall. Rain, wind, gray.Jim has replaced me at babywit and this is a good thing.

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Mutterings of a mom to a relentlessly oppositional tween and a maniacal 7-year-old boy. Owner of a an online baby clothes business and designer of the Tender Wondersuit. Interwoven in said mutterings are product reviews and talk of creative, unsound business practices. Read at your own risk.